Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.